Tyler, The Creator, Toro y Moi, Schoolboy Q - RUN lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, Toro y Moi, Schoolboy Q - RUN lyrics]
Fuck you running for, nigga?
Ayy, nigga, come here, nigga
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here, stupid bitch
Come over here with that weak ass hat
All y'all niggas smoking y'all brains out
In the car called life, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast
But you think that you not
'Cause you never hesitate to
Take the thang out
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh, you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?
Well, I hope you understand you ain't shit
Nigga 'Cause them niggas whole purpose
Is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang's out to get you
But you stuck in the same house
Nigga never came out, wow
It's a shame how you got sucked in that life
But hey man, at least you got a name now
They say you a "real nigga"
'cause you kill niggas
Nuts for that ice and that
Cream banana peel niggas
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For approval, boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see
Me with my chain out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate
They gon' eat you
They got a homie called Karma
He gon' meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can, nigga
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
That's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, though
(I'm runnin', I'm runnin')
We ain't tryna hear that shit, my nigga
(I'm runnin')
Cuz, stay preachy, cuz (I'm runnin')
Like, nigga, come on, homie (I'm runnin')
I don't wanna hear that shit
Preachy shit, my nigga
Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
I don't give a fuck, nigga whatchu mean?
Ayy, nigga, come here, nigga
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here, stupid bitch
Come over here with that weak ass hat
All y'all niggas smoking y'all brains out
In the car called life, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast
But you think that you not
'Cause you never hesitate to
Take the thang out
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh, you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?
Well, I hope you understand you ain't shit
Nigga 'Cause them niggas whole purpose
Is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang's out to get you
But you stuck in the same house
Nigga never came out, wow
It's a shame how you got sucked in that life
But hey man, at least you got a name now
They say you a "real nigga"
'cause you kill niggas
Nuts for that ice and that
Cream banana peel niggas
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For approval, boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see
Me with my chain out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate
They gon' eat you
They got a homie called Karma
He gon' meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can, nigga
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
That's the shit I be talkin' 'bout, though
(I'm runnin', I'm runnin')
We ain't tryna hear that shit, my nigga
(I'm runnin')
Cuz, stay preachy, cuz (I'm runnin')
Like, nigga, come on, homie (I'm runnin')
I don't wanna hear that shit
Preachy shit, my nigga
Yeah, we all black, who give a fuck, cuz?
I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin'
I don't give a fuck, nigga whatchu mean?